Nepeta: Seek your moirail.

[furriendly]

Who: Nepeta Leijon furriendly & Equius Zahhak equestrian_envy
What: Asking fur furgiveness
When: RIGHT. NOW.
Where: Equius's respiteblock room.
Rating: lol? IT'S NEPEQUIUS. It's not going over PG.

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[equestrian_envy]

"In Nepeta, it is not like you to knock." He says, his voice loud enough to hear through the door. Equius had been spending an even larger amount of his time fiddling away at his projects, even trying to force himself back into archery, only to yes, once again fail, over and over, only proving to further his addiction to the craft and well, breaking those noble, steady bows

[furriendly]

It really wasn't like her to knock, but then this was a serious matter that required her to be, well, somewhat serious about it.

She goes so far as to remove her hat, stuffing it into the pocket of her long coat as she opens the door and enters his room. It's a mess, just like before, but worse. Every scrap piece of metal is another bout of anger and frustration that she knows she's responsible for. She puffs her cheeks and pouts at it, and crosses the room toward him.

Except she stops a few feet behind him, twisting her sleeves a bit. So much embarrassment! The knot in her stomach tightens, forcing her to take a deep breath.

"I just want to say that I've had a long time to think about what I've done, and it was really stupid." She pauses, looking off to the side. "And that I'm sorry."

[equestrian_envy]

"It was stupid, infact, it still is and forever will be," he replies, as if instantaneously, without even thinking, still facing away from her as he tinkers away at a current creation. Equius doesn't seem to turn her way at all, his eyes still looking through his shades to the metal below him. It would be easier to speak if he did not see her. He swore that that face could make him say and do things he wouldn't normally, like some kind of magical tomfoolery, even if magic was not real.

"I wish to imprint upon you the seriousness of this Nepeta..." He begins again, putting the wrench down on the floor with a soft clank, still not looking at her, his shades blocking his eyes like always. Had any of them but her actually seen his gaze fully? He can't think of a time anyone had.

"I want you to explain to me why what you did was wrong."

[furriendly]

There's a protest that starts to form on her lips, but she bites it back. She said she was sorry! What more did he want? But their relationship wasn't one that was based on superficial apologies or sentiments. She knew what he was doing, and she knew why. Whether she liked it or not, she was going to have to answer this one.

She takes another breath.

"It was wrong because... because you're not supposed to do that. And I knew better. And I knew what would happen if I did, but I did it anyway." But it was only once! It was only a little bit! She thinks these thoughts, but they sound stupid even to her and she doesn't say them. "I made myself look really dumb."